Abner. Couldn’t catch him such a night as this if he hadn’t been gone but a minute.
Cyn. Dreadful, ain’t it?
Abner. Couldn’t be much worse. I hear you are leaving in the morning, Cynthy. Doesn’t seem as if there was any need of that.
Cyn. Doesn’t seem so, does it? I have about decided that it isn’t right.
Abner (sharply). Isn’t right? What do you mean by that?
Cyn. Why, this has always been my home and I think father would want me to stay in it.
Abner. Your father? What are you bringing him up for? He’s dead. You don’t know what he would want.
Cyn. (surprised). Goodness, Cap’n Abner, you are touchy to-night.
Abner. Foolishness always makes me touchy. I suppose some simpleton has hinted to you that your father was cheated or something and if you had what was rightfully yours you wouldn’t have to leave.
Cyn. (astonished). Why, Cap’n Abner, have you gone crazy? No one ever dreamed of such a thing.